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Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

I seldomly use Discord, but I have it.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Rogs behind of them, a mystery forge in front of them, dark elves possibly around them waiting or coming. Stood there looting, looking at decrepit stuff, until there were bowmen shooting and warriors on the rush. Killed the fools who turned the world over to its fate.

While the Skayleigh was thinking about the situation unfolding in front of him in an almost poetic manner, the urge of tossing all those items of dark-elvish origin into the molten lava around them was increasing. With a tone usually harsh even for him, he directed his words at Ursaren: "Yes, I'm sure it can! Feel free to send in a team of dwarven chisellers and blacksmiths to get this place back in shape! But don't forget to tell them about our mummified bodies beforehand or they might get angry! Frankly are you interested in taking anything from this pile of dubious quality with you ?" At least the bear-man was holding one of the swords in his hand.

An-Hasst let go of a sigh, but only to make room for a fresh intake of air which he could use for grumbling. "I know I'm putting my self at an insanely high risk of repetition, but I think we shouldn't stand around here!" Of course the proud Skayleigh didn't consider himself to be a coward in any way, but also he didn't consider himself to be an idiot. He actually was convinced that a prolonged stay here could turn out to have been a very high risk strategy sooner than they'd think.

At least Geradin appeared to be a little bit on his side. An-Hasst hadn't failed to notice that their dwarven companion was apparently opposed to any looting activity. Also he had been the first to notice that something was wrong here. The giant elf stepped over towards him and bent down in order to reduce the distance between mouth and ear. "Can you sense if there are any other tunnels around here ?"

@Banana@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@POOHEAD189

Descent into chaos

Given the clashing and clanking sounds one didn't really need eyes in order to determine what was going on. However as Ferthyr still had decided to use them for the sake of details, he couldn't help but find a niggly, tiddly, shitty little problem to exist: Of course he could once more allow his magical talent to roam freely and invoke the very next spell his mind would come to in order to assist his companion. Also it was very likely that Bardeck would be able to hold out long enough for the completion of the process. However would the man survive afterwards ? Fire didn't exactly care about whose flesh it was consuming and with that little of a melee distance between the fighting men Ferthyr didn't see a chance to launch a strike precisely enough.

Yet there was another method available, one the elevated position he was standing one was providing him with. Even with that small hole in his left wing there still was plenty of lift left to prevent him from crashing into the ground straightforwardly when jumping over the ledge. So Ferthyr did, gliding towards the area of battle with hardly any noise to be heard over those of the weapons. What he could hardly predict though was who'd be standing where when the time was right, so the next best way of attacking would have to do.

It was the man with the mace who was lying on the ground. Temporarily immobilized he soon wouldn't be able to participate in the fight anymore. At least the sound of Ferthyr halfway impacing on him sounded pretty nasty, clearly indicative of ribs having been broken. Rolling off from the man beneath him, Ferthyr quickly tried to get away again. After all there still was a probably very well trained swordsman out there who could try to chop things off of him.

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

I'm innocent! Gartoj is such a cutie :)

Through the Looking Glass |SinfulSkills & Fetzen|

If he had not been Gathran, the mage's apprentice probably would have been pushed backwards towards and into the small elevation that separated the loosely paved walkway around the pond from the plants that made up the rest of the little garden. His enormity saved him from having to endure this fate and Gathran was able to stabilize in time. Things were a bit different for whom could only be considered a very unexpected newcomer. He had barely enough time to realize that he appeared to be a she in fact and a quite human one before her impact onto his torso. Bulked up arms were able to intercept her from below before her hitting the hard ground, but didn't manage to nullify her momentum in time completely.

The female in front of him asked one thing, however Gathran's mind was so filled with others that not even his lips did separate in preparation for an answer. Quite frankly spoken he didn't knew it anway -- he'd just be very glad if he did. Something must have really gone totally wrong and in a way that had been unimaginable for him before. Of course he had no idea about any details and was reduced to a phenomenological point of view in his considerations.

It was only a very noticeable number of seconds later that the man standing in front of her came out of his astonishment. His eyes were widened and stared at her face straightforwardly. "I... I don't know..." was all he was able to mutter at this point, instinctively stepping away from her by a yard or so. One could see that Gathran was shrinking internally to almost nothing -- and that's not only in comparison to his quite huge outside appearance. He was so screwed up. How could he even try to fix this in time before his master's return ? And what if... there wasn't any fix ?

"Who... who are you ? And... where do you come from ?" He wasn't really expecting a useful answer, but maybe he was wrong and there was a chance that she was a mage. A better mage than he was.

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

Resistance is futile. You're all going to be assimilated by the Drow collective anyway. Soon.
Erm... maybe mid-term.
Or long-term if some risks turn out to be true.
Or... ahem... maybe in an unforeseeable temporal distance.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I've eaten almost nothing for the last four days and am not feeling hungry.

I'm afraid to say that an introvert like I consider myself to be very much isn't exactly the best suited person for giving any valid tips :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

That reminds me of myself @BCTheEntity, though it has been much worse earlier in my life.

To answer the question myself: I wanted to lose a couple of pounds, but certainly not with the dubious assistance of certain microorganisms.

[Risus: The Anything RPG] The Witch of Moonbright

I'm almost completely new to this, but I'm interested :)

Descent into chaos

There was a characteristic noise coming from where Ferthyr, due to his position, could more assume than really know his companion Bardeck and the man he was talking with were standing. The exchange of words that had preceded that noise had already been quite indicative of what was bound to come, but with one bone shattered there was no way back for certain. What did massively add to the winged individual's discomfort however was the simple fact that it was two against for, or, maybe, two against three and a half by now.

Ferthyr's feet slipped over the steep decline beneath them. Over the years the tiles and wooden boards had become covered by a layer of organic material that, combined with a bit of water, was quite slick. With the help of his hands and the chimney however he managed to pull himself up onto the crest from which he could unleash his magic.

Naturally the first target was the bowman. From his positon on top of the roof this guy was the only one that could pose an immediate danger to him and his companion, making the rather unfortunate soldier a priority. The man had already spotted Ferthyr's sudden appearance and was drawing his bow when a fireball impacted onto his chest. A rather primitive spell with too little power to kill, but enough for inducing a lot of pain on unprotected skin and -- most importantly -- quick to create. The distinctive odor of burnt hair started to spread immediately.

Ferthyr stayed close to the chimney in case there'd be another attempt to shoot him -- better slip down on the other side and bend ones ankles than being pierced by an arrow. It was a race of magic against obviously well-trained archery, one of the men channeling forces beyond the boundaries of regular physics while the other tried to beat him from within just those.

Much to his misfortune Ferthyr received the lession as the projectile slammed right through his wings, that large area of attack behind his very V-shaped back he couldn't hide. Dark red blood started dripping onto the moss, a suppressed scream emanated from his mouth. At least the heat was ready. The archer was tossed off his feet by yards and one could easily see the further progression of the schockwave as it made the high grass wave helplessly. Given the multitude of nasty sounds some things inside the archer's body had given way. Blood was coming out of his mouth as he tried to put out the flames that had appeared on his leather clothing.